bending_sickle | The hand you are dealt is determinism; the way you play it is free will.*

Words Written Today - 2,175
At This Rate You Will Finish On - November 25, 2012

Actually had fun writing this bit today. Tomorrow's going to be hell, though, what with the Massive Action Scene of Climactic Proportions. Help.

“Hey, do you guys knows what’s up with Thomas?” Harper set two cards down. “Double Jacks. He came round here a few minutes ago, angry as all hell. I’ve never seen Thomas curse like that. Half of the things he said didn’t even make sense.”

“Yeah, figures.” Chip took a sip of his coffee. “Rissa’s moving the cars around.”

The card players all gave a low simultaneous ooh. Lauren winced in sympathy. “Probably not for anything good, I’m guessing.” She set down a card. “One queen.”

“Perimeter defence.” Crowley even lifted his hands to give little air quotes.

“Ouch.”

“So, what? Are we supposed to be expecting a new attack or something?” Brandon eyed his sister. “Crap?”

“Saying or asking?” Crouching behind Lauren, Agatha giggled.

Brandon seemed to reconsider. “Nothing, nothing, just testing the word out in my mouth."